All Quotes By Tag: Words

“The true poem rests between the words.”

“…words have been all my life, all my life–this need is like the Spider’s need who carries before her a huge Burden of Silk which she must spin out–the silk is her life, her home, her safety–her food and drink too–and if it is attacked or pulled down, why, what can she do but make more, spin afresh, design anew….”

“Words are not necessary to know things, only to talk about them.”

“Ideas were found by the freethinker, expressed by poet with the new words,formulated by scholar into knowledge.”

“…if you do not even understand what words say,how can you expect to pass judgementon what words conceal?”

“A tough life needs a tough language—and that is what poetry is. That is what literature offers—a language powerful enough to say how it is.”

“With words at your disposal, you can see more clearly. Finding the words is another step in learning to see.”

“Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and falls again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet.”

“Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,Are a substantial world, both pure and good:Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,Our pastime and our happiness will grow.”

“I am telling you what I know—words have music and if you are a musician you will write to hear them.”

“For me,you are fresh waterthat falls from treeswhen it has stopped raining. For me, you are cinnamon that lingers on the tongue and givesbitter wordssweetening.For me, you are the scent of violins and visionof valleys smiling.And still,for me, your loveliness never ends.It traverses the worldand finds its way back to me.Only me.”

“I’ll use the blood from my spilling heart to write the words that were never able to slip out of my mouth, so you can see how much you’ve broken me into a perpetual state of melancholy.”

“You were the sun to my moon. But to you? I was just another celestial body in a sky full of stars.”

“Sonnet 23As an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put besides his part,Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,Whose strength’s abundance weakens his own heart; So I, for fear of trust, forget to say The perfect ceremony of love’s rite, And in mine own love’s strength seem to decay,O’ercharg’d with burden of mine own love’s might. O, let my books be then the eloquenceAnd dumb presagers of my speaking breast;Who plead for love, and look for recompense,More than that tongue that more hath more express’d.O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:To hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit.”

“Time heals all wounds is one of the biggest lie! Time does not heal all the wounds.Some words, some memories stays with us forever.”